Once you make proper conversation
i am back to my life again
else my days pass like summer afternoon
where i wait to fulfill my daily obligation.
Everyday i try to catch the self
that was making me whole
like a woman searching
for her lost jwellery
rest and peace, nothing comes near
vicinity of the soul.
I like the excitement of seeing you
I even accept the misery of missing you
both to me looks like my parts.
It is when i feel nothing
from top to bottom
from day to night
i fear of losing you,
away from my consciousness.
Thus your conversation
is an integral part
that ignites the fire
that keeps me lively.
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